I'll Follow You Through the Dark (Roger Taylor Fan Fic)

My Reality

Holy moly Ben at the oscars though!!!

*Roger's POV*

I knocked on Y/N's flat's door, standing there with my hands tucked in my pockets. I was extremely nervous, because I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend.

The door cracked open and there stood Deaky, "Blimey, mate. What a pleasant surprise. What's up?"

Wow, what a different attitude from earlier.

"I'm good, John. I'm here to pick up Y/N. Is she here?"

He opened the door fully and welcomed me in, "Yeah, no wonder she's been in the bathroom for atleast an hour now," we both laughed.

"Hey Roger, I'm sorry if I have been acting weird about the idea of you and Y/N. That girl has been through so much. Her last boyfriend cheated on her, and not only that, she found them in the act. I am basically her older brother, and I helped her through it. It was one of the toughest things I've ever done, she tried to go days without eating," Deaky rambled about.

"John, I don't want to hurt her. She's so special to me, I know we've only been seeing each other for a little while now, but I'm going to ask her to be my girlfriend tonight. I don't really do relationships, but this girl is different. I feel things with her that I've never felt. I don't want to involve myself with anyone else, I wanna be hers and only hers," I blushed.

John looked shocked, and didn't really say anything. He gave me an approving smile, and took a cigarette from the pack on his side table. Putting it between his lips, he got up and went to the bathroom door, "Hurry up Y/N, Rog is here!"

I heard an exasperated sigh from behind the bathroom door, and then Y/N hollered, "Be right out!"

**

*Your POV*

You exited from the bathroom, giving Roger an endearing smile. Although you didn't get to finish the hairstyle you wanted, you still looked beautiful in your slinky red number, with gold strappy heels. Roger looked so handsome in his white suit jacket, and black slacks, his necklaces glistening in the light on his chest.

Roger stood up from the couch, not saying a word, just stunned. Deaky smiled, and playfully punched Roger's arm, "Say something!"

"Y/N.. You are so.. so beautiful," his words a jumbled mess.

"You're not so bad yourself, Roger Meddows Taylor," you gushed.

"Well Deaky, we've got to get going. Reservations are for 8:30," Roger reached for your hand, and led you outside. What you didn't know, was what was waiting for you.

"Roger! What is this-"

He grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him, "This is all for you, princess."

A limo awaited the two of you, as he kissed your forehead and led you down the stairs to open the door for you.

"Rog- how?" you said with your mouth agape.

"So many questions, love. We do make money from our gigs, you know!"

**

You were sat at a table inside the luxurious restaurant, overlooking London. I could tell that Roger didn't do this often, as he was a bit nervous. I brushed my leg against his under the table. "Not now lovie, can't here," he smirked.

Our food had came, and we were halfway through our meal when a bubbly brunette popped over to our table.

"Roger? Roger Taylor?" She smiled.

"Um, Madison. Hi..." Roger gave her a fake smile.

"How are you?" She hugged him, although he didn't hug back. Madison had on a sleek black dress, and her long brown locks straight and tucked behind her ears. I tried to hide my awkward face, but failed epically. She turned to look at me, giving me an empathetic smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm being rude, I'm Madison, a friend... from Roger's past," She reached out her hand.

"Y/N. nice to meet you," I didn't shake her hand, I just smiled meekly.

"Hey uh, Madison. We are kind of busy here. It's an important night for Y/N and I," Roger looked at her hoping she'd take the hint.

"Oh uh, of course. nice seeing you Roger, it's always a pleasant surprise," she said turning around, piqued because of roger's rejection.

"Now that, that is over... Princess, there is something I've been meaning to ask you," Roger's voice got shaky all of a sudden.

"First, who was that Roger?" I said as I fumbled with my fingers.

"A girl I met at the pub a while back, not important," he placed his hand on top of mine, grabbing my wrist.

"Oh, okay. There seems to be a lot of those." I frowned.

"Y/N, seriously. I need to ask you something," he said anxiously.

"What is it, Mr. Taylor?" I blushed.

"Ms. Y/F/N, will you be my girlfriend?" He leaned in placing a kiss on your lips.

You were stunned at what he just said. Roger Meddows Taylor? Wanting a girlfriend? Suddenly all of the fears I have ever had about Roger getting bored with me, or him never being serious with me slipped my mind, all I could do was stare into his beautiful emerald green eyes.

"Well?" He asked again, breaking my gaze.

"Rog, of course. one- thousand times yes," I leaned in to kiss him once more.

**

"Come back to my flat with me," he said as the limo pulled up to the curb outside of my apartment.

"Roger, I can't. I promised I'd go with Deaky to go back home to visit our parents. They're having dinner at the Deacon's," I said with doleful eyes.

"Pleaseeeeee!" He begged, tickling me.

"Rog," I groaned.

"Okay, Okay... Let me at least walk you to the door," he got out of the limo and walked to the other side to open my door.

We got to my door, and I searched my bag for my keys. I found them, and turned to Roger, putting my arms around his waist and my head into his chest, "Thank you for a wonderful night, babe. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

Roger placed his hand under my chin and knelt down to give me a hard, passionate kiss.

"You don't know how happy you've made me to have you as a girlfriend."

I opened the door, and snuck another quick kiss to Roger's cheek, then closed it. I leaned up against the wood, and took a deep breath. It wasn't a dream, it was my reality, and I'm pretty content with it right now